Today we are doing a writing prompts! One of the favorite way to get my fingers tapping away, so I thought why not only share with you the prompt but what I thought up to with it!
The sounds of the tap, tap tapping of my keyboard was the only sounds that filled my room. That is, until the tapping came from my window.
At first I thought that my lack of sleep and over caffeine state of mind was playing tricks on me. Or maybe it was the wind blowing the rain against my window.
TAPTAPTAP it was louder than any rain could ever do. I looked up and by my window I was shocked to see Alyssa trying to take some shelter in the Oak tree outside. Of course, I wasted no time in letting her in.
“oh, thank you Brandon, it was getting a bit chilly out there.” She always had such nice lazy smile on her face, like she could never keep a good poker face.
“you can use the front door. I know you know how too.” I started digging through my clothes looking for something that might even come close to fitting her.
“Yeah but your roommates will get mad again.” She added probably because of the look that I throw. “I hear them scolding you last time I was over.”
“well, they can fuck off. They aren’t the only ones living here.” I murmured. “besides you have a good reason too.” I reached out to touch her face, that was all red. I could see the small bubs of bruising forming.
My fingers only touched for a second against the hot flash before she pulled away. “he hit you again, didn’t he?” I spat the bitter words like it was poison.
Alyssa’s nice smile broke for a moment, showing the true colors of the storm in her soul. Before coming back, like the warm breeze in May. “what were you writing this time? I know that look on your face. The world was dead to you.” The smile grow into the full-blown summer time sun.
I licked my lips. “I was writing a new story. A magazine saw my work online and requested a story from me.” I adverted my eyes as Alyssa peeled the soaking wet sweatshirt off of her small frame.
“oh? That’s great! You’re so good at writing.” her voiced danced along with the sentence more than I had the able to caught into words. “what’s it about?”
“it’s about a young man.”
“oh? But I rather enjoyed the one about the mouse.”
“no need to muck me.” My amusement escaped my lips in the form of a chuckle. “do you want to hear about it or not?”
“okay, okay one second.” with a thud and a spring, Alyssa was sitting on my bed. Sporting a shirt of mine that covers enough of her but less then I was used to.
Her legs were crossed and her hands were lazily holding her head up. “okay, I’m ready.” and God, if there’s a more beautiful sight, I would love to see it.
“um, it’s about a young man, watching as the world suffered around him. People were hungry, poor and dying. the people pleaded to the gods, asking to ease their pain. the gods heard their cry and placed all the suffering on the shoulders of his friend, the woman he loved. The world was starting to become happy and prosperous. But the young man was still troubled. One person was so easy to help. But in the end, he’s a coward and just stood by as she suffered and he could only stand by unable to do anything but idle.”
I licked my lips. “but I’m stuck, I don’t know. I don’t think I wanted to end it that way. I mean what kind of story would that be?”
“I mean, why not? It’s your story write it anyway that you want.” She bounced her foot.
“yeah but I don’t know if I want my main character to be so useless.” I rubbed my eyes.
“Yeah but why should he feel bad? It’s not his buried to bear. It’s hers.”
“but she’s his friend. He loves her. Why shouldn’t he feel bad for being a coward?” my voice broke into a whisper.
Alyssa sighed a little, and bounced her leg in thought. “hey, how long have you been staring at your computer?”
“um…11 hours? 12? Something like.” I couldn’t say.
“Jeez, Branden. Your brain is probably fried.” She hopped out of my bed and shut my laptop. “maybe a little bit of sleep will help you think of what you want to do.”
“yeah, maybe.” my bones cracking in unison as I stood up.
Alyssa rubbed my back for a brief moment. Enough to make me miss when her hand stopped. “remind me to get you a different chair. One that might not make you all stiff from writing all day.”
she was just too good for me, I felt like the only reason that she even hung out with me, was because I spilled my drink on her during 8th grade and she was just too full of pity to stop talking to me.
“well, I’ll grab some blanks and pillows and I can sleep on the couch or on the floor.” I awkwardly said.
“you don’t have to sleep on the floor, you have a queen-sized bed. you’re not that tall y’know.” she giggled.
I felt my ear turned red. “yeah, I guess not.”
As we settled in, my bed never felt more warm and cozy, although we couldn’t figure out how we wanted to lay.
we settled on this awkward side by side. not close enough to say cuddling but too close to be called anything else.
“your feet are way too cold for you to be setting them on me.” she giggled. “you should wear socks around here. jeez.”
“hey now. don’t judge me. my feet sweat too much for me to wear socks all of the time.”
“is that a guy thing? I can’t say that my feet ever sweated in my life.” she laid her head on my shoulder.
feeling the weight of her against me kicked started my heart. I don’t think it’s ever beating as fast or hard before.
“thank you by the way.” she quietly muttered.
“for always letting me come over. it’s nice. a lot of people would get annoyed by now, I know that I might be over welcoming the invitation.”
“shit dude, don’t even. You’re always welcome here I mean…your mom is working a lot lately hasn’t she?”
“yeah. she had to pick up more hours. money has been tight lately and she still won’t let me help out.” Her voice was no louder than a mouse’s squeak.
“so, you’re alone with that sack of shit more huh? you would have more money if he actually got off his ass.”
“I… I guess. I don’t know. I don’t really talk or see him. I just stay in my room and play music, write songs. He leaves me along for the most part.” she kept moving her legs over and over. her restlessly was always something I could count on but this felt more awkward.
“until he gets drunk.”
“that’s like saying there’s a time when he isn’t.” her poor attempt at a joke fell on deaf ears.
“my point. I don’t see why your mom is still together with him.”
“I don’t know. I think they love each other. at least they used too. I’m not sure about now. maybe it’s more like habit.” her feet settled on pressing against me. if I wasn’t so worked up, I would have been grinning like a fool.
“he hits you. she shouldn’t be with someone that hurts you!” my voice shocked the walls. or I like to image that it did.
“I…I never said he hits me. sure, he’s an ass but-“
“oh, cut the shit. I can see the marks, I see the way he yells and the way you flinch around him. I’m not stupid.”
I didn’t mean for the words that were flowing from my mouth but they were in the air before I could pull them back in. I felt like I was going to lose her one way or another. at least this way I got to say my peace.
“don’t okay. just don’t bring this up. leave it alone.” her head found its way on my chest.
and any other moment, my heart would have stop. I would have been on the moon and far beyond. but that wasn’t a normal moment. the sounds of her soft crying and the wetness they left on my chest was only breaking my heart. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to upset you. I didn’t want to make you cry, I never wanted to hurt you.”
“you’re an idiot. you could never hurt even if you tired. you’re too nice and sweet. more than I feel like I can handle. so please don’t waste your apologies, they don’t suit you.” she looked up at me.
I didn’t realize what was happened until well into the kiss. the moment I wanted more than anything was happening and I was too stupid to even notice until it was over.
“I can’t do anything to help you.” I whispered. “I can’t stop him from hurting you and I’m so scarred that I’m going to lose you.”
“the young man in your story, does he care for the woman that bears the weight of the world?” she stared into my eyes.
“more than anything, more than the air he breathes and the moon that give light to the night.”
“well, he doesn’t have to be brave.” she laid her head on my chest against. “he doesn’t have to have courage. he just has to be there. and care about her. that’s more than anything that anyone has ever done for her.”
it was my turn for the tears. I didn’t know what I did in my short life to end up with her in it. a coward like me shouldn’t have someone like her and yet there she was. in my arms, trying to make me feel better despite everything.
he night grew on, and soon her breathing turn soft and sweet. her body still inner locked into mine.
it hurt to pull away from her. but I needed to before I forgot all the feelings and words buzzing inside of me like angry bees.
I quietly sit at my computer. the tap, tap, tapping filled my room again. forming a melody with the breathing of another human in my room.
as I wrote the ending to my story. hoping that at least one young man could save a life of the woman he loved.
and there you have it. I hope that you not only enjoy my little flash fiction but found wonderful characters and stories of your own start to form from the writing prompt that I gave you, and I hope that you share with me the stories that you were able to come up with.
until next time lovable kiddos.